29 Mar 2012, 4:24pm
Glad Game Thirteen Thursday

Glad Game: Access to Resources

This is a special place and time to be alive. 13 things to be glad for in no particular order:

  1. Food: fresh, ample, affordable and tools to cook it with.
  2. Heat: indoors and a roof that doesn’t leak nor a floor that washes away.
  3. Restaurants and this take on them: you don’t go to them for food any more than you go to them for electric lights. You have both at home. You go for a place to spend time.
  4. Books: the easy pleasures and even those that break my brain as I try to ram into them headfirst.
  5. Positive communities: People gathering are common miracles because sharing gratitude despite currents takes and gives courage.
  6. Wool: sweaters, hat, mittens
  7. Email: Ability to reach people regardless of hour or distance or schedules.
  8. Hubby: Hanging out together is one of life’s big and little pleasures. More than a resource, he’s a source of inspiration himself.
  9. Literacy: Thoughts go in order with the ability to pick up where I left off and rearrange ideas mechanically, and I can access 1500s or the century of an amazing woman, Charlotte Perriand.
  10. Flickr: I can see within minutes what someone’s dooryard looks like in Netherlands, Portugal or China, magnolias in Sheffield, astonishingly skillful constantly coming art.
  11. Internet access: that from home I can find something as detailed as a 28 page interview of a history of modernism in Japan
  12. Squirrels: crazy acrobats of middle space flying stomach first at the window to hop onto the bricks. They walk over 3 storey houses as well as flat ground.
  13. red winged black bird
    Beauty: Red-wing blackbirds singing their little hearts out.

Quote: “The smallest good deed is better than the grandest intention.” ~ Jacques- Joseph Duguet (1649-1733)

28 Mar 2012, 9:22pm
General Photos

Wordless Wednesday

lichen and moss

burr, it's not cold outside

Wordless, or nearly:

sidewalk graffiti

sidewalk writing.

[Wordless Wednesday]

Quote: “There are millions of things to get riled up over, we could at least put forth the bare minimum effort and get riled up over things that actually exist.” ~ Tusconian (an online handle in comments somewhere or other)

20 Mar 2012, 5:12pm

A few sprout in the dark

I never was good at leaving well enough alone. As a kid had to lift stones, carry a bunch home, tilt roadkill, watch the larvae grow. Last time we had a garden I got as much pleasure from identifying the seed leaf of pigweed as corn and let them all grow. A free for all and deer were invited.

So, that brings me to this: there’s this ground cover we inherited. Our neighbour said the black plastic was to kill areas of the yard, depriving it of sun so that new planting could be done.

tarp covered sprouts
Lifting an area there was a bunch of this twisting for light. What was it? Runners from the tree trying to make a forest of itself? I removed some of the cloth from an area.

Millipedes, centipedes, sowbugs, spiders. All kinds of fellows started running about. The sky is lifting. The sky is lifting!

Hello earthworm. A lot of the ground is loose rich soil, due in no small part to restless hungry fellas like this one.

Somehow I managed to get covered in dirt up to my knees and elbows again. The ground isn’t boggy. I’m not quite sure how I managed to get quite so covered. (But then, cooking with flour it sometimes looks like a wheat mill explosion too.)

Coming back to those sprouts, a few days later, what have we?
Chewed tulips. A whole corner of the yard trying to get to bloom. What we are suspicious of growing was flower. An object lesson there if there ever was one.

I yanked a bunch more of the cloth off. The heat collection without light has done a good job at composting leaf litter.

Quote: “Do not squander time for that is the stuff life is made of.” ~ Benjamin Franklin

18 Mar 2012, 9:02pm

First Day of Gardening

something's up
Our very own teeny plantlet that it its very own being.

A day of being up to the elbows and knees in dirt, moving paving stones, a pile of topsoil, convening meetings with some sowbugs, earthworms and houseflies, doing laundry and cooking and pottering around sorting pots in the garage. We read and ate, chatted with neighbour over the fence, cleaned up the gardening beds, heard kids in their scrimmage soccer and peddling their little 3-wheelers. We put out the outdoor furniture, and then on the 7th hour, we rested.

yard reading
What an utterly gorgeous sunny day.

We moved around with the sun.

elastic buddha
Buddha’s elastic(ity).

We have moss. And a sudden hankering for a stone lantern.

And I accidentally selected and overwrote a couple paragraphs from the last post and didn’t notice.

Hm, to reconstruct or not reconstruct? The luck of the Irish is persisting despite; if it’s worth doing, it’s worth redoing.

Or if something was worthwhile, the benefit is complete and one can just catch the next wave and not try to find the wave already dissolved back into the ocean.

Leaning hard towards the latter.

Oops, I leaned too fast; vertigo.

Quote: “I go on working for the same reason that a hen goes on laying eggs.” ~ H.L. Mencken

16 Mar 2012, 8:50pm
1 comment


We were just wondering if we’d inherited bulbs and today, up come tulips to greet the sun.

wendy & alGlad Game: Amazing kids of musical talent, reading to teachers to be, a walk in sun, new feeder up and found by birdies, flowers all doing well in vases, post-happy remains of my best birthday ever, a super supper out with the fella, book came in the mail, seeing friends tomorrow with balloons perhaps involved, and hours left in the evening, against all odds.

Quote: “If you want to do something big in your life, you must remember that shyness is only the mind,” she said. “If you think shy, you act shy. If you think confident you act confident. Therefore never let shyness conquer your mind.” ~ Arfa Karim Randhawa

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